I was your typical teenage girl growing up. I loved cheerleading and boys. I was my parents little angel, or at least I tried to be in front of them. I was 5'3", 100lbs, with long blonde hair and a rockin' body. I rarely got into any trouble because my parents were old school. They believed in bare bottom spankings. The last time I got one, I was 15. I talked back to my mom, and she spanked me and grounded me, then when my dad got home, he spanked me again. From that point, I learned to watch my tongue, and "behave" in front of them.
I was now 18 and a senior in high school. I remember thinking since I was, technically, grown, I could come and go as I pleased. It was Friday night and I went out with my friends. My curfew was 1:00 on the weekends. However, since I was "grown", I decided I could come home when I was ready. I remember my mom calling me at 1:10 asking where I was. I told her I'd be home later and hung up the phone.
I got home around 3. My parents were waiting up for me. They began fussing at me and told me I was in big trouble. I just laughed and told them.
I told them, "I am 18! You two need to stop treating me like a child."
My mom shocked me and told me, "If you are grown, then pack your bags and leave."
I asked her where was I supposed to go. She told me she didn't care. She said since I was grown, I could figure it out. I began to apologize and told them I wouldn't disrespect them anymore. My mom told me to go to my room and undress. I knew that meant I was going to get a spanking. No, two spankings. One from each of them.
When my mom entered my room, I was standing there naked. My mom paused for a minute. She just stared at my naked body. I felt a little uncomfortable. She pulled out a chair that was in the corner of my room and sat in it. She told me to lie across her lap. My mom wasn't a big woman, but because I was so petite, I fit across her lap easily. Her spankings always came with lectures. If the lecture was long, so was the spanking. My plan was to simply agree with whatever she said, so I could get it over quickly.
She began to spank me and talk about respect. I had forgotten how heavy my mom's hand was until she hit my bottom. I told her I was sorry, and she whacked me again. I jumped every time she hit me. She told me to stay still. My pussy must have been more visible than I thought because she hit me again and her hand hit it. Instead of hurting, it tingled a little.
She hit me again and part of her hand grazed my pussy again. I felt myself getting a little wet. All of a sudden my mom stopped. She began to rub my sore ass. She told me she didn't like punishing me but I had to understand. As she talked to me, I felt her caressing my ass and her pinky stroking my pussy. I began to moan. Then I felt it! She had put a finger in my pussy.
She kept telling me if I continued to misbehave, she would have to do this more often. As she fingered me, I lifted my ass more, so she could push her finger in deeper. It felt so good. My pussy juices started to run down my leg as she put another finger in my pussy. All of a sudden my dad came in the room ready to spank me, as well.
He saw my mom's fingers in my pussy and asked what she was doing. She tried to cover.
